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LONG    LANCE

pitched our little camp. We never went so far
away that we could not always see the smoke from
our main camp3 but on the prairies this meant
that we could go as far out as ten or twelve miles,
and still see the smoke and glow from our camp
by both day and night.

On this particular trip we were cooking some
prairie chickens one day, when we heard boys
talking a strange language across a small creek
that ran by the mouth of our coulee. We all
grabbed our weaponsóreal guns and arrowsó
and sneaked down to the spot where this little
stream could be forded easily, knowing that the
stranger Indians were going to cross here. We
could see them through the brush, coming along
the creek on the other side, making for this ford-
ing point.

We all lay down and concealed ourselves
carefully at the place where the boys would
come up after they had crossed. They were
talking away in Crow and picking saskatoon-
berries, putting them into the large skin pails
which they carried,

One3 two, three, fourófour Crow boys, one by
one came up out of the water right over where we
were lying, and when the last had made his
appearance, we all jumped up with our tribal war-
cry and jabbed our weapons into their faces with
a sharp command:

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